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The Darklord demands


Contents

Foreword 4

Beyond reasoning 6

The Deal 8

Thwarted 10

Quandary 12

Crushed 15

Offering 17

Thirst 19

Strategy 21

Exposed 23

Potion 25

Feelings 27

Beyond control 29

Witch’s powers 31

Sure of success 34

In the bag 36

Afterthought 39

End 41

Jeremy Buendia features as The Beastmaster

A rendsz’ world story


Foreword



Zad was an old adversary. They’d been at each other’s throats for years. So when a bunch of his thugs turned up .. out-numbered five-to-one, surprise ambush, netting him helplessly .. Dar thought he’d got under Zad’s skin again. And he’d sent his heavies to exact a price.

Zad was cruel, single-minded, a harsh ruler. What he set his heart on, he went all-out to get. Which was where he and Dar had clashed, often. Imprisoning the innocent. Enslaving men because he needed them to build him a new palace. People were nothing to him. He respected no one, no rights, no freedoms.

But from others he did demand respect. Total obedience. Unthinking deference. Anyone stood up to him .. if a certain Beastmaster encouraged others to defy his commands .. Zad went mad. He had gone mad. A number of times Dar’s muscled hide had finished up in his clutches. And he’d earned only fury when defiant he had spat scorn back in Zad’s face.

No idea why Zad had sent men to capture him. Did this mad ruler need a reason? Probably been brooding over some past encounter …..? Some chance remark reminded him of an earlier humiliation from the Beastmaster …..? Zad bore grudges. He was a man who thought he had every right. And a massive chip on the shoulder that the Beastmaster would not bend the knee.

And Dar would not again. No way would he give in to this despotic fool. He was set for another fruitless encounter with a persistent tyrant .. who wanted things only his own way …….



Beyond reasoning



No more pissing around. Had enough.”Zad hissed from his throne across the murky space.“Take him down. Beat it out of the fool!”And Dar knew he would.

He glared back into the seething face of his old adversary. He knew enough people who had suffered Zad’s foul temper. The man was ruthless if he had a mind to be. He’d kill for the sport of it. Zad was a man who insisted. He got what he wanted. Thwart him .. you paid a hefty price. And Dar was risking thwarting this madness Zad had set his heart on.

Nevertheless reality dictated Dar stand up to his old foe.“You’re out of your mind.”Dar sneered back. “You can’t beat out what is not there …..”Theirs had always been a stormy relationship. Zad never appreciated someone who stood up for himself. Even less he tolerated a Beastmaster who encouraged others not to be pushed around.“Oh yes?” Zad sneered. “Just watch me ….”Unfortunately Dar knew he would. And there was nothing that he could do to stop it. Zad set his heart on something .. he did everything in his powers to get it. Stopping at nothing.

He felt his packed upper arms bunched in the tight grip of soldiers. Clammy and sweaty in their holds. But if he threw them off, another half-dozen were ready for it. Clubs and spears. Each of them perfectly built for the job. Beat the secret out of him. Zad would have made sure they were up for that.

Despite knowing Zad was beyond any reasoning .. Dar was adamant .. insisting on the truth.“There IS no secret. It is the way I am. It is a gift. NO secret, you fool!”Eyes clenched withy impatience, Zad hissed at his troops.“You still here? Do I have to do everything myself?”When Zad was like this, his men knew .. Dar knew .. there was no reasoning with the man. Hands grabbed roughly at Dar’s arms and hauled him away.



The Deal



Zad’s men had hunted him down. Caught him in an ambush. Over a dozen men against him alone .. no chance. Two days hauled behind their horses. Hog-tied overnight. They were leaving nothing to chance. Rough on him, the soldiers knew Zad would not complain. Zad had sent them out for him. Once caught, they were taking no risks.

Earlier she had come visiting. Down in Zad’s dungeons. Dar had been restrained behind unbreakable bars. She smiled. As if pleased to welcome him to Zad’s dank dungeons. “It is your secret,” she explained .. the reason he had been caught. “You talk to the beasts. Zad has promised the Darklord that gift.”

Dar stared across the chilly darkness of Zad’s dungeon, frowning. Amused at the thought.“In return Zad has asked the Darklord for a gift.” The sorceress paused before she explained. “Zad has asked for eternal life.”

In the chill of Zad’s dungeons, Dar’s hard-muscled torso shivered. But at Zad’s foolishness he scoffed. “He’s off his head. Lost his senses.”The sorceress ignored Dar’s jeers. She repeated. “In exchange for your secret .. communicating with the beasts .. Zad has promised himself life everlasting.”

Dar leaned his head back against the chilly dungeon wall. He laughed. “He’s lost it! Out of his mind ……”The sorceress continued unabashed. As if he’d not denied the facts. “Zad gives him the secret. The Darklord controls the animals.”

The sorceress shrugged. “The Darklord calls the beasts to do his bidding. Plaguing humans. Bringing them under his control.”She smiled through the bars that could keep Dar imprisoned without chains or guards. A subject of Zad’s implacable will. “What is there to mock? What is so mad?”She smirked back. Countering Dar’s scoffing. “The Darklord sends in the beasts. A pair of tigers will soon get people doing the Darklord’s bidding …..”She smiled. At the gift she was giving her king. “And Zad gets to live forever. What is there to mock?”



Thwarted



Dar did not know how many times he’d explained it to Zad. He’d been punched repeatedly for that insolence. Vicious fists to his belly for mouthing-back. For answering back. But the truth had to be out. Dar couldn't give Zad what did not exist. Chin up, defiant. Muscled chest out, sneering with disdain, Dar had answered Zad.“There is NO SECRET!”

Zad could order him punched in the guts as much as he wanted. There was NOTHING to give,“It is a gift. I don’t know how it works. It just happens.”Zad glowered. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t giving him what he’d promised the Darklord. From this obstinate fool he wasn't going to hear another word. “What you waiting for?” he snarled at his men.

Dar shook his head in despair. At the man's stupidity. At the best of times people knew Zad to be foul-tempered, a bully who always wanted his way. And on THIS he had set his heart. He had promised himself he could live forever, foolishly. He had promised himself a way to buy that favour from the Darklord. Only one thing stood in his way. The Beastmaster’s secret. And Zad was not one to take NO for an answer.

He hissed back from his throne.“No more pissing around. Had enough.”His gaze lashed furious across his captive’s muscular front. His anger whipped across that broad muscled chest. Angered by that haughty look.“Squeeze it out of him,” Zad snarled.

He laughed.“No need to be too gentle.”He sneered at the idiot who thought he could out-smart Zad. His men had Dar tight by the upper arms. There was no escaping Zad’s demands. They’d squeeze it out of him. In time ……“Take him down. Beat it out of the lying fool!”



Quandary



The guards had roughed him up. Free licence from Zad .. anything went. Just squeeze the fool for his secret. Punched, kicked, beaten with clubs. But then the sorceress had appeared. She had other ways of persuasion in mind. She ordered him into this new position. Dar was sitting astride a young tree trunk mounted on a pair of barrels. Dar could feel a pressure building already. It was already digging into him at the tops of his legs.

“Zad will have nothing less. Your secret.”Dar snapped back. “No secret. How many more times ….?”He didn’t finish. The pole across his back gave a tug, started lifting him. Dar looked up. The rope on the pole passed over a pulley above. Another tug and Dar’s crotch was thankfully lifted off the pressure onto the tree trunk.

She adjusted her gaze upwards, another couple of tugs lifted him higher off the bar.“This is crazy.” Dar shook his head. Wondering what it would take to get her to see.“I was born with this gift. No idea how this works …… It just does …..”The sorceress interrupted. “Leave understanding to others. I do not expect a muscle-head like you to understand.”

Another couple of tugs on the bar across his back had Dar high up in the air. “But we know your gift DOES work ….” A few more and the pole across the back of his ankles would knock against the tree trunk. He couldn’t rise any further.“It takes the likes of me to reveal what dumb creatures cannot know …..”

Lift him any higher and the tree trunk would resist. Legs spread, his feet were dangling just below the tree trunk.“And what works for you …, “ the sorceress insisted, “ That can work for the Darklord too.”Dar answered back. “It’s a gift,” he repeated frustrated. “It’s built into me. No secret recipe. No passing it on …..”

Another tug and Dar felt the spreader on his legs knock on the underside of the tree trunk. Hung up high in the air, his legs trapped wide apart. Not sure what this sorceress had planned .. with this situation. But absolutely sure of one thing.“A gift. It cannot be passed on.”

He felt the sorceress scrutinising him. Her eyes travelling over his front. Manly-muscled stomach pulled in with this hang. The broad muscular chest accentuated by the pole across his back. Then a downward glance. His legs spread-wide, dangling above a tree trunk.Her eyes met his. “You sure of that?”



Crushed



Dar shouted out. Shocked first to find himself dropping. The rope released. Letting his body fall. Then realising. He saw the risk before it hit. Dropping. Legs splayed out. The tree trunk underneath. He was already crying out before he hit.

Pain smacked him up between the legs. His manliness punched. Pain rushed up from battered balls and raced out of his eyes. His head was thrown back up. Shock shook in every cell. Mouth thrown wide, the gasp escaped. Forced open by a heavy-throated hiss.

The tugging started again, yanking him back up. Dar realised but he was too taken with the pain and surprise. Teeth gritted, chin pressed to his chest. Jaw tight-clamped together. Hearing his cry ringing in his ears.The bar spreading his leg apart again clacked against the underneath of the tree trunk. He swung. In position again. Back to the threat too soon. Too early for Dar to recover from his shock.

A pain that only a man could understand burned in his nuts. He swore down at the sorceress looking up into his face. Unconcerned. Impassive. Such pain was nothing to her.

“You sure of that?” She asked quietly. Almost silenced by the din of torture ringing in Dar’s head. “A gift that cannot be passed on …..?”Dar was falling again before he had a chance to reply. “Pity.”He didn’t register, anticipating .. in dread. Dropping. Legs splayed out. Smacking himself down onto the tree trunk. His manly jewels in direct firing line. His heavy-muscled body plummeting himself down. Going for the target. Dropping. Inexorably. Smacking himself in the balls. Pain inescapable. Unavoidably. The cry welling up before impact.



Offering



“Damn you, witch!”Dar was slumped forward. His sculpted torso crunched together. Shredded shoulders were rounded together in his pains, his chin down on the solid might of his sweat-soaked chest. His breathing raspy, irregular, haggard. Tears of pain in his eyes. Shaking. Over a dozen times he’d been dropped. Crushing his weight down on the tree trunk. Used, abused and used again. Each time calling out in grotesque shouts. A mule kept kicking him in the nuts.

With each fall the dread of impact rushed up at him with ever-threatening force. Impact with a breath-taking punch. Clubbed in his nuts. Smashing up his balls under the force of his own weight. Sweat. Shock. Torture was burning in shockwaves from up from between his legs.

That last one had thrown him forward. The drop had hit like a blade stabbed up into his innards from between the legs. Accumulated pain. Spasms surging like wildfire up into his guts. Sweeping together every bit of pain inflicted since the first drop. Bursting in his balls like an unquenchable furnace.

A guard grabbed him by their hair. Yanked his head up. Put a flask to his lips. Dar gulped down the water like he hadn’t drunk in days.“A gift can always be passed on, Beastmaster.” Dar looked over the flask .. not letting up on the liquid. Guzzling like a new-born babe on a teat. Zad’s sorceress stood there. Impassive to his suffering. Talking like nothing had happened .. while the sweat of desperate pain ran off Dar’s hair.

Waves spread in tremors down his sweat-sheened torso. Steely muscle trembling. He wanted to curse, he had to let rip, vent his anger. So much pain for something he couldn’t give. But there were no words in him to protest. Seated impaled by his own solid-muscled weight on her torture pole. The aching between his legs eye-watering.

“You will find Zad generous .. when you offer up your secret.”Dar felt her gaze judging. On his chest, slippery with his sweat. Torso rocking as he gulped down restorative air. A spectacular arena of dancing muscle. Her eyes on the pitching rocks of strength in his belly as he heaved in breath.“He will put an end to your suffering.”



Thirst



Dar was under no illusions. He shook his head. He risked losing the water. But he had to put things straight. Yet again. He cleared his mind of the overwhelming sensations swollen between his legs. “No secret. I was born with the gift.” Sweat ran from his armpits down his sides. His chest was inflamed with a fiery breath of pain. His balls were dipped in hot oil. But he insisted.“Kill me and the gift dies with me.”

The sorceress nodded. Permitting the Beastmaster to drink his fill. As much as he needed. “That would be most unfortunate. Zad has set his heart on immortality. And he insists on getting his heart’s desires. Always.”

Dar saw her watching him. Their eyes bored into each other. He gulped down on the flask. Anxious every moment that it could be ripped away. Whatever control he forced on his appearance, he couldn’t lose sight of the fact that he was on fire. Between his legs he burned like mad. This water was going nowhere in putting those flames out. But he needed to drink.

The sorceress watched. Observed him. A vision of manly statued perfection. Powerfully-built, strong-minded. Putting on a show of defiance. But she had caught sight of the trembling on his tortured flesh. She sensed the fears of being hauled back up again. To Dar he examination felt like she was reaching into his soul. Thinking she could tease his secret out. But there WAS no secret. He had nothing to give. What way was there out of this mess?

“Noticed a taste? In the water, I mean?”Suddenly Dar gave a shiver. He stopped drinking. He tore his mouth away from the flask. She was right. He’d not noticed. Too much focused on pain. Too exhausted by this torture. Too thirsty.A strange taste. Metallic.What had she put in the water?



Strategy



“He’s playing you for a fool.” Zad was losing patience with her. “I gave orders. Beat it out of the fool.”Staying calm, the sorceress repeated. “He says there is no secret ……”Zad snapped. “He’s having you on!”

The sorceress was reporting back. After the Beastmaster’s first ordeal .. coping with the bar. She understood her master well enough. When he was like this, there was no reasoning with the man. She continued as if her master had not interrupted.“No secret he UNDERSTANDS ……”Confidently she faced the fury of her master’s glare. “He thinks it’s in-built. Born with him …..” She ignored Zad’s look of impatience. “The secret is there. It’s just he does not know it is ……”

She had studied her victim. She had a measure of the man. Tough, strong .. a man who did not give to being pushed around. Used to him shoving that heavy-muscled weight around to get what he thought was right. Strong-willed. Single-minded. He and her king were not unalike. Used to control.

Zad was still scowling. “Understand or not. Do I care? I want it. What do I keep you for?”The sorceress nodded sagely. She explained. “It is lodged deep in his psyche. Deep down beyond his control.”Zad exploded. “Then dig deeper. I want that secret. The Darklord wants that control. For the animals to bend to his will.”

Control. Being in charge of himself. An arrogant sense of his self-being. The Beastmaster’s strong muscular body thought it could control the actions. Dominate. Win. Dropping repeatedly onto his nuts .. that had opened his eyes to his male vulnerability. Not so cock-sure of his dominance now. That sharp ringing of pain in his crushed balls. Showing how that others could wrest away his muscular control. That hard-packed body, that shredded strength of mind .. it was HERS to control.



Exposed



She was having her victim repositioned down in the cellars while she was stilling Zad’s impatience in his throne room. “Where are men at their most vulnerable? At what point is their stubborn control ripped away?”Zad sneered. “I keep people like you to answer dumb questions like that ……”The sorceress conceded his wisdom with a nod. Always prudent when Zad was in his moods. She answered her own question.“At the peak of pain. Unthinking. Pure survival. Control stripped away. His whole being intent on getting through this ordeal.”

She knew of Zad’s many attempts earlier to rid himself of this interference. He’d had the Beastmaster captured times before. But he’d never broken the broad back of this muscular will. He was strong, tough. Muscled and determined. A man like that could take the hardest of beatings. She’d seen the soldiers try. Thwacked in the solid strength of his gut. Beaten about the chest. Smacked hard across that hard-muscled back. The soldiers had dished out Zad’s pain. But she had an added ingredient in mind.

She’d already started to warm the Beastmaster up. That body was muscular, powerful. His will was resilient. But that time thwacking down on himself .. astride the bar .. it had taught him about his vulnerabilities. Starting to unsettle that haughty self-belief. That a broad muscled back could not fend off every assault.

Zad looked he still needed convincing. She continued. “Most vulnerable …. in extreme pain.” She had observed the unwelcome tears of pain trickling down that gritted face.“ ….. AND in sex,” she added. “Reason abandoned. At the height of passion, control thrown to the wind.”She insisted. “Exposed. Vulnerable. Losing control.”She was looking strongly into the sceptical features of her master. “The heights of pain. The wildness of sex.” Confident she concluded her plan. “THERE. Two irresistible forces combined.”Two strong fingers crossed over each other. “Maddening pain. Agonies breaking the will. And the wildness of sex. Abandoning self-control.”Her crossed fingers symbolised her strategy. “When a man forgets himself. THERE the Beastmaster will find his secret.”



Potion



“Did it taste funny?”Dar seethed at her innocuous question. He had already spat the contents of his mouth out. Angry at himself. He should have gobbed it into the sorceress’ face. The underhand bitch. But he had already slugged down half the flask. So desperately thirsty.“What you put in it?” Dar was furious. At this damned sorceress and her tricks. At himself for getting caught out.

She smirked back at him. Dar noticed her eyes lowered to the sole covering he still had on. Around his loins.“Feeling something? Something pleasant? Manly?”Dar hadn’t noticed. But the deceitful bitch was right. A tingling. A recognisable feeling that would lead to hardening in his groin.“Just some concoction I put together ……”She was running her hand up the inside of Dar’s bare thigh. It almost made him wince. But it wasn’t just his aversion to getting touched over by Zad’s sorceress. Her touch was awakening an uncanny nerviness trembling on the surface of his skin. A feeling he could not suppress. In fact …. Now he thought about it .. his whole body was beginning to feel “alive”. Tingling. Vibrating.

“Getting you going, I see?”Dar didn’t have to follow her look at his groin. He was pushing against his covering there. Already. And not finished yet.“What have you done?” Dar was feeling increasingly disoriented. His heart was racing, the beat in his ear was throbbing. And the heat between his legs was getting ferocious. Like his whole being was in the grip of a fever.

“Done? I am putting you in touch with your inner self.”Dar frowned at her enigmatic answer. But he hissed before he could answer her back. She scraped her finger nails back down the inside of his thigh. He hissed. Then he gasped out. Like five razor-sharp blades had cut him open. From groin to knee. But there were only the red lines traces of her nails. His skin was on fire. Electric.

He cracked his head backwards. His faced turned upwards at the dimness of the dungeon. Searching for answers .. looking for control. Those red lines were opening up a pain that shivered through him. Not just on his leg .. his body was “under fire.” Taken unawares, through shock-bleary eyes his gaze shot back down at his thigh. No wide-gaping wounds. Just the marks of finger nails scratched on his skin. But it felt like his flesh had been gashed apart.The sorceress explained. “It stresses the nerves.”



Feelings



“Damn you!”Dar was gritting his teeth. She was lightly stroking the inside of his thigh. As if applying a healing touch to the red-marks on his leg. But even the lightest of touches was like an intense burning on his skin. A searing torch held to him at the tops of his legs.

She ignored his curses. “Gets the blood racing. Every emotion is heightened.” Her pause was for effect. “Every pain intensified.”She stared dispassionately into his bewildered and angry face.“Sex would be mind-blowing …….” For a moment she hesitated. At the look of shock that lashed across his face. As if she struck him with the back of her hand. At the idea of sex like this …….

Dar saw her gaze greedily sweep over his torso. Even her gaze on his muscled belly .. even just the way her eyes lingered on his protruding muscular chest .. his flesh trembled. She wasn’t touching the bunched muscle of his shoulder .. but just the feel of her look on him there .. it had his skin shivering. Not with pleasure .. far from it. Shivering with .. dread? Like her exploratory gaze could transmit. A nervousness crunched tight in his belly.

Fighting back, he seethed at the look of triumph as she grinned into his face. Jaw tight-clenched against the growing intensity of emotions sizzling in his flesh. Not pleasant. Decidedly uncomfortable. Edgy. Not the least because .. unaccountably he was hard-as-hell between the legs. But from nothing. Not with the joy of coupling .. no stroking .. no lips on him there. But … taut. Throbbing. Stiff almost to breaking point.“But, of course …..” she concluded “ …… passion won’t come in to it ………”

Dar was jittery. Her felt nervous. He didn’t understand these feelings. Some kind of magic had come over him. He feared where she was going with him. His body had left his own control. The damned sorceress had drugged him! Taking control away. No longer master of his body. Victim to her. Lost control over what was happening to him.

And when she started to make use of his lack of control ……? That thought made him nervy. The consequences scared him. A lot.



Beyond control



“What the hell is in that thing? Witch!”Dar knew his body was being taken over by that potion she had slipped into the water. He must have drunk back half a flagon of the stuff? The sorceress was still mauling the inside of Dar’s bare thigh. It felt like she was scraping coarse sand over sunburnt skin.

“Actions speak louder than words.” She ignored his curse, her words were addressed to Zad’s thugs. “Zad wanted the secret beaten out of him.”The sorceress turned to the sergeant Zad had commanded to work him over. “Why not give the Beastmaster a feel of a witch’s powers?”

Dar had been lifted, his groin was free of the tree trunk on which his solid hard-on had been crushed. A relief that the crushing on the hard-on tightness in his ballsack was getting momentary respite. His whole body felt like it was vibrating. Whatever he had stupidly slugged down, it was overwhelming his powers of control. His boner felt immense. Just the slightest glimpse downwards betrayed his state. And the sight of him solid like this aroused his curiosity. What-the-hell she’d do with him like this.

But he needn’t have looked. The force contained within the loincloth was busting to break free. Hot, hard, sweaty. Needy. He could feel it. Stronger .. stallion-like. Raging for action. Immensely powerful. Throbbing like an animal craving escape from a trap .. driving for release. What had that bitch given him?

“Let him feel a few strikes? A few blows with a cane. Nice-and-hard. Across his front.”She looked up at Dar. Still trapped above this tree trunk. Now up in the air .. his monstrous groin free of the pressure. But his whole body was zinging. Super-manly. Troublingly macho. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh. His skin wincing at the slightest touch. Her fingertips scraped lightly against his balls. He flinched.“Remind the Beastmaster what Zad wants.” She was urging the soldier with his cane. “Prompt him .. what reluctance costs.”

Her eyes bored into Dar’s. Muscular, strong, wilful. But completely vulnerable. She spoke her evil words to Zad’s soldier.“Don’t spare the rod.”



Witch’s powers



Dar gasped. Out of shock. With the pain. How could that hurt? How could that take his breath away? A cane across his midriff .. his strongly muscled belly .. etched and rock-solid .. sucked in, fending off attack. How could that make the eyes pop out of his head? “Bitch, what you put in that stuff?” She didn’t rise to the insult. “And across the chest ….. Catch him on the nipple.”

Zad’s soldier excelled himself. Hitting Dar smack on one teat. Then the end of his cane sprang and nipped at the other. Dar’s yell could not be stopped. Not from the sting. Every bit of Dar’s skin was already on fire. Even the lightest touch .. a girl’s eager tongue on his chest .. anything would have him leaping. Like a burning stick jabbed into his flesh.

The soldier enjoyed the thrill of the chase. His springy cane repeatedly slashed over-sensitive nipples ….. Catching him .. smarting on the edge .. taking a sharp bite .. from sensitive flesh zinging on his sharpened ridge of hard muscle. Tears sprang to his eyes. Dar hissed out loud.

A half dozen stinging lashes .. bitten by rats’ teeth .. across his front, nipping at his skin. Hit hard. On plates of muscle peaked to manly perfection. Intensely zinging with life. It was more than the force that took his breath away. “Stressed the nerves, “ she had warned. “Accentuates the pain.”Dar was running with sweat. His head in a spin. Unable to believe the will-crippling weight of this pain. From just a few blows. He was swaying. Gasping for air.

“And down there ……?”The sorceress had left Dar to come to his senses. Weak, blinking pain out of his eyes .. he followed the direction of her gaze. Looking at a hard-on like never before. Not from pleasure. A nerve crunching pressure. Like his skin would burst.She had turned to Zad’s soldier. “You think you could target a few there?”The cane passed up and down the solidness a few times. Making sure the soldier had Dar’s attention. Toying. Getting his eye in. Rubbing the evil weapon against the raging animal in Dar’s crotch. Tapping it a few times. Dar twitched monstrously at the strike. His heart raced. He bit on his bottom lip.

“You damn witch!”But she did not react. She was watching as the soldier twisted his body away. The cane over his shoulder. Winding himself up. A taut spring. The soldier grunted through the tension holding the release of his cane back. Then the spring snapped.“Like that?”



Sure of success



“What do I care for words? The secret. Screw it out of the fool.”The sorceress had reported back to Zad on progress in the dungeons. At the confluence where unbearable pains and the abandonment of reason in the heights of sex collide. “At that point the Beastmaster will claw the secret out of his own guts.” She smiled her reassuring words. “Only a matter of time ……”

“He doesn’t know what he is doing. His mind is beyond thought.” She confidently assured her master. “That proud stubborn body is so confident in the power of his muscled might. He is learning it can throb with agonies previously unknown.”Impatient Zad had glowered. “Then hurry it up. Put on the squeeze.”

Sagely she cautioned his impulsiveness. “Only so much the human body can take. Even a strong-willed, tough fool like the Beastmaster. He’s nearly broken,” she assured. “He teeters on the brim. Pushed too hard, his heart could give in. Or he might lose his mind.” She smiled. Recalling her last sight of the Beastmaster. His face creased in horror at this tortured loss of control. Every shredded muscle in his body pumped with anguish. Past control. Colliding with reality. Past any hope of winning himself back in charge.

“Push too far, too fast .. the secret will be lost,” she cautioned. “Your best whores have his cock bursting to shed its load. Denied. For hours his body has pleaded. Every defined muscle in his pig-headed body has craved for release.” She had watched his manliness suffering. To the point of breakdown. Battered on the ragged rocks of hopelessness. Only so much agony even this manly spirit could endure.

“Your best whores have been pressed into service,” she explained to Zad. “They’ve had him wanting countless times, tortured, needy. Agonisingly craving to do his man-thing. But denying him any chance.”Again her mind’s eye recalled the Beastmaster’s torments. His muscular body taut to bursting. Veins in his solid chest throbbing. Streams of anguish screaming out of sweat-flooded pores. Tormented out of his head. Tortured out of his body. Trembling. Shuddering. Time-and-again brought to the peak of his sexual need. And denied. Every cell in that muscular torso begging. Pleading to let him cum.



In the bag



They had gone down on their knees before his naked torso. She had warned the whores. His manliness full to bursting. “He cums …... and Zad will have you flayed alive.” They knew not to disobey. Months in Zad’s household .. they knew better than to fail.

She assured Zad the secret was as good as his. “He WILL give it up …..” The sorceress sounded assured. In her ears still she still heard the Beastmaster’s tortured cries. A dozen strikes. Targeted on that unwanted erection. Weakening his will. Persecuting his spirit .. like nothing else could.“Pain and loss of control .. combined …….” Her strategy. Her potion accentuating the pain of Zad’s beatings. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe. And then, swollen, red-inflamed, Zad’s whores had gone to work. Driving him out of his mind.

She nodded assured into Zad’s impatient glower. “On a rack between sexual need of the most agonising kind .. and assailed by pains few men have known. Or survived.”She smiled assuringly. “The Beastmaster will break,” she added with confidence. “He’ll blurt out the secret of his gift.” She offered her master the reassurance. “Your gift to the Darklord .. it is in the bag.”

“Your best whores have been working him over,” she explained. Taking his swollen cock into their gaping mouths. Greedily slurping on it as he cried out. Hard, bound, achingly sore. Will-breakingly swollen. Ravenously working it over, driving him out of his head. “They’ve had him wanting countless times.” The pain of his inflamed member. A maddening craving to shed his cum. Driven one way and the other .. wanting neither.

”Kept tortured on the brink. Agonisingly needing to do his man-thing.” In her mind’s eye she was seeing the Beastmaster’s tortured eyes. Tormented out of his head. Time and again shuddering at the peak of his sexual need. “But denied any chance.” And in-between, after he cried out in relief when a whore had taken her mouth off his swollen agony, the guard behind laid into his back. She recalled that breadth of muscled strength criss-crossed with a pattern of evil crimson. The skin glistening under the torchlight .. sweat stinging at his welts. Physical pain. Sexual torment. Unburdening his reluctant spirit of that secret within.

She glanced over her shoulder. As if she could hear the agonies from below. “Just a little more …. More time ….. More unbearable torments .... Setting free his innermost self. Unburdening himself of his secret. Beyond manly endurance. We’ll squeeze the secret out of him.”Confident her task was nearly done.



Afterthought



Ever the same. Under interrogation, the prisoner claims he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. You’ve got the wrong guy.Or “Name. Rank. And serial number.” Everyone knows he’s just being pig-headed.

Asking for it. Inviting it. No choice. Gonna have to up the pressure. Give the fool more squeeze. Squeeze till the pips squeak.Own stupid fault. So much less painful .. just cooperate.

No secret? What-the- ……. The prick talks to animals. Every knows. OK, motherfucker. Have it your way. SQUEEEEZE!

But what do you do when it happens to be true ……? When there IS nothing to tell …….?



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